Roaming Towards Myself

What makes you laugh?

What makes me laugh?
Not much in the way of comedy movies, if I’m honest. Give me something spine-tingling over something “hilarious” any day.

But I do love a good sitcom. Friends and Frasier always get me. Very different styles of humour, but both manage to hit the mark.
That said… the person who makes me laugh the most is me.

Not intentionally, of course. More like… repeatedly putting myself in situations that make absolutely no sense.
Like the time I got out of my car and somehow slammed the door straight into my own head. Still not entirely sure how that even happened.

Or when I went to make a coffee and poured boiling water onto my hand instead of into the mug. Efficient. Memorable.
And then there was the shower incident. Washing my face thinking, this cleanser really stings, only to realise I’d used toothpaste instead.

So yes, I laugh at myself. Sometimes immediately, sometimes after the pain fades and my dignity slowly returns.
Because honestly… if you saw someone slam a car door on their own head, you’d laugh too.
Even if that someone was you.

Has anyone else washed their face with toothpaste, please tell me I’m not the only one?😬😆